You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 7 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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2. TO MAKE HER HAPPY 

 

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was spill some milk on the glistening floor; wipe my nose on her immaculate apron,

And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I prepared appetizing lunch for the afternoon; scrupulously with my own hands. 

 

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was rebuke her sardonically for a plethora of her household chores,

And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I embellished her hair with crimson colored rose; gently caressed her soft cheek. 

 

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was say that she wasn’t looking extravagant in her new dress,

And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I swirled her in my arms; hoisting her high in the sky towards the resplendent stars. 

 

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was look pretty nonchalant when she arrived home back from shopping,

And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I sprung at her with surprise gifting her with a shining pearl; which I had evacuated myself from within the fathomless ocean. 

 

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was asking her whether “titanic” was indeed a ship; after she had narrated the entire story,

And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I honestly told her that she was the only girl I had loved in my life; she was my “rose” of my heart. 

 

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was to call her indescribable names,

And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I assisted her in washing the tainted utensils; vigorously scrubbing the fetid clothes lying in a bedraggled heap. 

 

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was to babble incoherently every time she felt sleepy at night,

And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I massaged her dreary feet; sung mystical rhymes to put her back into a heavenly slumber.

 

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was refrain to budge an inch from my bed; with brilliant sunshine circumventing our room,

And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I carried her on my back down the volley of stairs; avoiding to travel by the ostentatious elevator. 

 

In order to annoy her all I had to; was forget our anniversary; the day we actually bound in threads of holy matrimony,

And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I astounded her by filling the crevice between her hair with my own blood. 

 

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was talk about a plethora of girls I had encountered on the street,

And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I proclaimed loudly to the outside world without the slightest of inhibition; that she was the most beautiful woman existing on this earth; the only girl that I had for many births of mine; imprisoned in my heart.